Un-(P) -Repaired Poem by Daniel Murphy

Un-(P) -Repaired



Wrong way round it stands a joke
Front part missing along with spoke

It's been dead so long, though now it's real
There's no chance for it without a wheel

It was just a puncture and easy to fix
Now its uses are none, with rubble it'll mix

I wonder if it knows its future that's in store
No more flying to the shop, no more, no more.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: future
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